She possessed the innocence of a girl, yet also carried a hint of a young man’s vigor.
His stature, compared to n, wasn’t particularly tall, but when compared to won, he appeared sowhat towering.
And those eyes, bright as the stars.
In their depths lay a touch of compassion, a hint of profundity, and an aura of untouchable majesty.
For a mont, Hua Qianqian felt that this wasn’t the appearance a "person" should have.
Immortal beings in legends, perfect in the Dao, with Yin and Yang harmoniously combined, unfettered by worldly dust, probably looked like this.
"Senior Sister..."
"Senior Sister?"
Only after Mo Hua called twice did Hua Qianqian snap out of her daze.
She imdiately pulled out a bunch of clothes from the box, her eyes bright as she looked at Mo Hua, "Junior Brother, try on these clothes now."
Wearing the standard Taoist robe of the Hundred Flower Valley, he already looked like flawless jade, transcendent and otherworldly, beautiful in this way.
What would happen if he put on more exquisite garnts?
A monk relies on gold to shine, a person relies on clothes.
Even immortals need impeccable fairy clothes to set them off.
As long as Mo Hua put on these clothes, and let her see, even for just a glance, she would have no regrets.
Mo Hua shook his head vigorously, absolutely refusing.
"No!"
"Just try it on..."
Hua Qianqian picked up the dress and moved to put it on Mo Hua. Amid the struggle, suddenly a gentle yet reproachful voice ca from outside the room:
"Qianqian, why did you close the door in broad daylight?"
Murong Caiyun, holding the token of the cave dwelling, pushed open the door, and imdiately ca upon a floor strewn with disordered clothing and hairpins, a blushing Hua Qianqian, and Mo Hua, whose face was red like an apple, both tangled together in their Hundred Flower Valley Taoist robes.
Murong Caiyun froze instantly.
The two inside also froze.
After a mont, Murong Caiyun trembled with anger, "You..."
Hua Qianqian’s heart instantly turned cold halfway.
"Sister Murong, it’s not what you think..."
"Still dare to argue?!"
"Sister, listen to explain..."
...
After a bout of chaos, the door to the cave dwelling closed again.
Murong Caiyun sat inside, her face stern.
Hua Qianqian and Mo Hua sat side by side, heads bowed like two children who had done sothing wrong.
"...Is it really like this?"
Murong Caiyun asked with a serious face.
"Yes..."
Hua Qianqian and Mo Hua murmured.
Murong Caiyun reproached, "Even if you want to investigate Junior Sister Jin Er’s cause of death, you can’t have Mo Hua wear the Hundred Flower Valley Taoist robe and sneak into the valley. Once the matter gets exposed..."
Hua Qianqian said, "I will take full responsibility."
Murong Caiyun said with so exasperation, "You are still just a disciple yourself, with the temperant of a child. What can you take responsibility for?"
Hua Qianqian muttered, "At least the bla won’t fall on Junior Brother Mo..."
Murong Caiyun glared at her angrily.
"And how could you let Junior Brother Mo wear the female Taoist robe of Hundred Flower Valley?"
"Because it looks good..." Hua Qianqian said weakly.
Murong Caiyun nearly wanted to pull her ears.
Just then, Mo Hua also lifted his head and said quietly, "Senior Sister..."
Murong Caiyun turned her gaze to Mo Hua.
Just one look, and she couldn’t look away.
When she entered earlier, she was too shocked, too caught up in anger to see Mo Hua clearly.
Now, calming down and looking at Mo Hua again, she was imdiately overwheld by his breathtaking appearance, her heart skipping a beat.
In that mont, she even had the absurd and ridiculous thought that "Junior Sister Qianqian is doing the right thing."
Murong Caiyun imdiately shook her head, dismissing the thought, while Mo Hua’s voice reached her ears:
"...Senior Sister, there must be untold secrets behind Senior Sister Ye Jin’s death."
"Also, the way she died was extrely dangerous..."
Murong Caiyun exerted great effort to force herself not to look at Mo Hua’s face but to focus on what he was saying.
"Dangerous?"
Murong Caiyun seed puzzled.
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "I don’t know what Senior Sister Jin Er experienced before she died, but surely she suffered great injustice and pain, feeling utterly hopeless, thus opting for the taboo in cultivation, ’dying a tragic death, mouth filled with grievance, transforming into a fierce ghost,’ as her only way out."
"Transforming into a fierce ghost..."
Murong Caiyun’s face turned pale.
Hua Qianqian also turned pale with fright.
She only knew that Ye Jin had once asked whether people turn into ghosts after death, but she never would have thought that she would consider becoming a "fierce ghost" and contemplate suicide.
Even to the point of committing suicide in the "tragic" manner of self-immolation.
Murong Caiyun also realized the seriousness of the issue.
Though unfamiliar with the Dao of ghosts and gods, she knew that once soone turned into a fierce ghost, they would be exceedingly vicious and cause endless disasters.
Cultivators would tremble at the ntion of ghosts, for ghosts differ from humans; they are incorporeal, contrary to the blood and spiritual cultivation system of cultivators, making them not only difficult to deal with but also extrely dangerous.
So high-rank cultivators, with deep divine senses, might not fear ghosts,
but without ans to restrain the supernatural, they would still have no way to handle those ghosts.
If Junior Sister Jin Er really turned into a fierce ghost...
Murong Caiyun glanced at Mo Hua worriedly, "Wouldn’t that an you’re also in great danger?"
Mo Hua shook his head and said, "I’ll be fine."
Murong Caiyun was about to ask why, but seeing Mo Hua’s calm expression, deep eyes, and an aura of reassuring steadiness,
she held back.
In critical monts, stillness prevails.
Upon their first eting, whenever Mo Hua encountered a crisis, he would occasionally show this expression.
Now, years later, as Mo Hua matured and spent so years as the junior brother, this aura of having everything under control beca even more apparent.
Murong Caiyun sighed, "Alright then..."
Cultivators all have their secrets.
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